Chapter 102: 101. Big Purchase of Agricultural Products

Ten days after returning home, his parents did not urge Wang Bo to go on a blind date. They are now busy, busy learning how to operate the equipment on the Donghai Cyclone, busy completing the transfer procedures, and busy with the folks who came to the door.

Wang Bo had nothing to do, he stared at the heart of the lord every day, and at night he would pull out the strong men to play together for a while, and occasionally he would take out the army commander to relieve boredom, and he also stared at the turntable.

Four or five nights before the Chinese New Year, the turntable finally turned light green again. Old Wang reached out and clicked it, and the pointer started to rotate quickly.

As usual, after the pointer turned for a while, Wang Bo casually shouted in his heart to stop.

So, under the old Wang's eager eyes - he hoped that another heart of wealth would come out, because the profits this thing could bring him were too terrifying!

Of course, the mysterious heart is also fine, he still doesn't know what is coming out of the mysterious heart.

However, the rotation speed of the pointer slowed down and finally stopped at the heart of the territory.

The pointer stopped, and the words "Heart of the Nest" appeared on the turntable. Wang Bo clicked it again, and the turntable changed into a green statue in the shape of a marble floor.

He was a little confused like this: "Is the heart of the nest dry? The nest of animals and birds?"

Thinking of this, he looked at Balu and Zhuang Ding, the two little guys, you ignored me, and I disliked you, staying on both sides of him, and he didn't feel the heart of the nest in his hand.

Lao Wang zoomed in on the sand table and felt that the heart of the lair was a bit like the ground pattern in the main castle hall, so he put it on.

Sure enough, when the heart of the lair touched the ground of the castle hall in the sand table, it immediately merged into it, and a layer of green light appeared on the ground of the central staircase in the hall.

In addition, there are two undetectable green lines shooting out from the position of the green light floor, connecting to the eight roads at the door and Zhuang Ding.

Wang Bo put them back in the castle, and the spirits of the two little guys gradually became excited. The young man stayed in the courtyard for a while, and immediately trotted all the way to the hall, and Balu immediately followed him, and ran to the lair one after another. heart position.

But what exactly does this lair heart do for the two little ones? Old Wang studied for a long time but didn't come up with a clue. He can only say that it can increase their sense of belonging. These two little things have been lying on the nest site behind them.

Although he can't figure out the usefulness of this lair heart for the time being, he knows it must be useful, because so far, the heart of the lord has not produced any useless things.

The twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month is the annual fair in the town. This is the most crowded time of the year and the busiest time in the town. After Wang Bo got up, he told his parents that he was going to the fair.

Bo's mother made millet porridge and pickled vegetable cakes. The latter had a strong fragrance, and Wang Bo started drooling after looking at it.

Every household in Wangjia Fishing Village uses big vats to pickle pickles. In other rural areas, pickles may only be eaten by poor people, but this is not the case in fishing villages.

The fishing village is close to the sea, the land is desertified and salinized, and the harvest of vegetables is not good, so it is a big expense for fishermen to buy vegetables all year round, so the custom of pickling pickles has been prevalent since ancient times.

There are many ways to eat pickles. Wang Bo’s favorite is the pickle cakes made by his mother with shredded pickles, flour, and eggs. It tastes salty but very fragrant, and it goes perfectly with millet porridge.

Xilihulu drank two large bowls of millet porridge and a pickle cake the size of an eight-inch pizza. He wiped his mouth and left to go to the market, but as soon as he left, two elders in their fifties came to the door.

"Second Uncle, Uncle Ming, are you here to play? Have you had breakfast? Come and finish the porridge together?" Wang Bo greeted.

The second uncle said with a smile: "I've eaten it all. Your mother baked pickled vegetable cakes this morning, right? The smell is really craving. Are you going to go to the market?"

Wang Bo nodded and said yes, they didn't have much to say together, they were looking for his parents, after a bit of entertainment, he went to the neighboring village to ask Zhong Dabao to go to the market together.

The market at this meeting perfectly interprets the idiom of crowds of people. As the root of the new year approaches, people who do business, go to work, and work outside have all returned.

The two cross roads in the town are full of stalls, and the people who go to the market in the middle are rubbing shoulders.

After meeting Zhong Dabao, Wang Bo first went to the market, and then went to South Street after all the hard work. This street specializes in selling agricultural products, such as all kinds of knives and equipment, seeds and saplings, chicken seedlings and duck seedlings.

Although it is a new year's collection, there are many people who buy these agricultural supplies today. After all, for the low-level people, the new year is the first day of the new year, and they have to be busy with farmland and sea work.

Like other fishing villages and towns, there are not many farmlands and vegetable fields in Wang Bo's hometown, and there are few livestock farmers, so the usual market is not complete with agricultural supplies. Today is a good opportunity to buy.

With 1,000 square kilometers of land in his hands, he must make perfect use of it, and since the heart of the lord can create the heart of the ranch, he must also create the heart of the farm, so he has to prepare for the future farm.

New Zealand's agriculture is developed, but the types of agricultural products are not complicated, at least not like the great China, which has a wide variety of vegetables, fruits and livestock.

Wang Bo knew that if his farm wanted to make money, it had to take a different path, and the vegetables, grains, and livestock and poultry from his hometown were a good choice.

After entering the market, he first looked for all kinds of vegetable seeds to buy. Today he prepared a lot of money, and he bought a lot of seeds:

"What kind of seed is this? From cabbage? Chinese cabbage or small cabbage? Both of them weigh ten catties for me."

"Do you have lettuce seeds? Come, wrap them up for me. Peppers, eggplants, tomatoes, uncle, you have everything here, wrap them up for me, I want them all."

"Do you have edamame seeds? What kind of seeds are these? Chinese toon seeds? Yo, that's right, come on, wrap it up for me—ah, no, this doesn't need so much, just weigh half a catty for me."

Wang Bo took out the momentum he and Eva had when they were shopping in Xiaohuang Supermarket. Sprouts, cauliflower, fruits and vegetables, fungi, berries, etc., as long as they were available seeds, he bought a lot.

After buying the seeds, he still needs to buy chickens, ducks, geese, and cattle and sheep. New Zealand’s cattle and sheep are the top breeds in the world, but piglets can be bought. The pork of New Zealand’s fattening pigs is not good. Compared with local pigs from all over China much worse.

If it wasn't at the market, he could put these things directly into the territory through the sand table. Now that there are so many people, he can't do this, so he can only make a detour.

But no matter how hard he tried, he would admit it, so that at least the domestic species could be brought to the territory, which would not be possible through conventional means.

New Zealand customs are very strict on the entry and exit management of new species, because they are just a small island with a fragile ecosystem. The rabbits brought by the Europeans almost destroyed the island. As for the possums they brought, they are still destroying the grassland on the island.